Ouyang Yanshuo suffered brain death in an explosion while saving Yi Xuemo. Carrying a journal left by her late father, Yi Xuemo returns to the present day, thirty years in the past. She gathers other people's memories of love to create a memory construct that can bring Ouyang Yanshuo back to life.
As she collects these memories, she encounters many kinds of love and experiences love in ways she never expected.
(This is a collection of short stories. I will do my best to give everyone a happy ending, whatever life may bring.)
We pass through this world, unable to bring our memories with us, and unable to take them away!
Those memories of love are like a ray of light, guiding me step by step toward you!
P.S. (A note from the author: There are countless kinds of love in the world, but I can only write about a few. Still, one of them will surely be the kind you love!)
Theme:
My brother's name is also Chen Hao, and he is also a prostitute. . .
Sister, where are you from?
Why do you and I always live in other people's stories?
When I read this chapter, I know the next chapter
Suffering is the best that God has given you and me
This book is a bit like Cervantes' "Don Quixote", with multiple voices narrating and multiple stories interspersed
Chicken wings drive away all the sadness
It's too hard at one o'clock in the morning. You still need to pay attention to rest.
Queen, the originally sentimental atmosphere was ruined by your author's words, and not even the scum was left.
I like it so much